Time was our very first king. We all live our lives to the aggressive ticking of the clock. We don't question that our lives are a grid of seconds; even our pulses oblige. No succeeding king can hope to hold this kind of power.
Perhaps... you love too fiercely. - Lauren Destefano
Perhaps... you love too fiercely.
- Lauren Destefano
I miss something I never even had. - Lauren Destefano
I miss something I never even had.
When I am writing anything in general, I just want to tell the story that exists in my head; I don't try to write a parable or make a point. - Lauren Destefano
When I am writing anything in general, I just want to tell the story that exists in my head; I don't try to write a parable or make a point.
Lovers are weapons, but love is a wound. - Lauren Destefano
Lovers are weapons, but love is a wound.
I think she's brave. I think that nobody has ever believed what she could be capable of. All her life, nobody was listening. - Lauren Destefano
I think she's brave. I think that nobody has ever believed what she could be capable of. All her life, nobody was listening.
We accept gods that don't speak to us. We accept gods that would place us in a world filled with injustices and do nothing as we struggle. It's easie… - Lauren Destefano
We accept gods that don't speak to us. We accept gods that would place us in a world filled with injustices and do nothing as we struggle. It's easie…
Set fire to the broken pieces; start anew. - Lauren Destefano
Set fire to the broken pieces; start anew.
Time was our very first king. We all live our lives to the aggressive ticking of the clock. We don't question that our lives are a grid of seconds; e… - Lauren Destefano
Time was our very first king. We all live our lives to the aggressive ticking of the clock. We don't question that our lives are a grid of seconds; e…
Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand… - Lauren Destefano
Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand…
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